Layup Lyzne (feat. Tello)

Aye riding up 2 w my shooters, Niggas call me that blueprint, Tired of seeing mama crying right onna phone, She seeing her son change, getting grown, Wondering why her son never home, Sorry ma you know imma get innat zone, You cross me nigga get shot in yo dome, see the cross on jeans yeah bitch these chrome, No big homie I did it alone damn, (No big homie I did it alone), No big homie I did it alone, No big homie but the trap that's blood, ap wet make the gate flood, I cake up just to break up, I jelly that bitch w a layup, This groupie bitch just tryna layup, But I'm just tryna get face, And niggas just tryna face, Face the wood to face the problems, and get me right through the day, put the peace in my brain, Tryna place the pieces drive me insane, Stay with bread like grain, Of course that shit done changed, But that ass the same, that sexy frame, shit been burned in my brain, Right next to the pain, That I got from playing your games, Games you played when I was just tryna give you my name, take care of you, Make sure you was straight But it won't be the same What do you want me to say Want me to come back to tell you I changed Know that you dancing for dollars and money and power Baby come slide to my crib Come thru you know what it is Like I'm Aubrey Keep that Drake on me I'm pouring up Wok You sipping on Tris I'm high as a bitch I'm high as a hoe Sticking my dick down her Indian throat I'm finna put my arrow in her bow Like Doc Oct MJ getting smoked Like I'm Von in love with the snow She in too deep can't let her go Way too high choking on the smoke Two more hits like It imma float Keep a switch you know which mode Trap chain on my neck on froze Tat on my arm just for the hoes Need hawk tuah if not there's the door It's still free Durk f*ck 12 they some hoes I want you safe in my home Just hold on we're going home Going home